"I..." she blinks and looks up at the other woman. Everything about her just then is lost, confused. She has no idea where she is, how she ended up there, or where all the blood came from. "I don't know." she answers honestly, her voice trembling a little. "I- I'm not hurt..." that much, at least, she's sure of. She would have felt it by now, despite the cold, walking as far as she has in the snow. But that still leaves the question of where it all came from in the first place. Who's it is.